He didn't understand what went wrong.
Why is the opponent still running away and resisting crazily one second, but he can absorb all the sword fire the next second?
His greatest weapon has become his opponent's nourishment...
What else should I fight with?
This moon…
Are all songs this round?
Duan Zhengyan suddenly had such an idea in his head.
He has lived in Duan Siping's shadow for half his life.
If he had known that he had gone to great lengths to ascend to the throne and that there was such an almost invincible ancestor behind the scenes, he might not have...
It's impossible. With my Duan Zhengyan mentality, how can I live a life of relying on others?
Duan Zhengyan smiled self-deprecatingly and immediately corrected his attitude.
Finally, I have a chance to use my power wantonly. Even if I die, I have to die to the death!
He has been a coward for too long, and has lived an ignoble life for too long. He never wants to go back to such a life again!
Duan Zhengyan sat up and the world in front of him became a little blurry.
That's because his body was severely damaged.
The "Emperor's Hate" armor can protect his body and reduce the power of Zhao Yan's attacks.
But after all, he is just an ordinary person who is not physically strong.
Even though Zhao Yan's attack was weakened a lot by the armor...
It's still not a burden he can bear.
Suddenly some bloodshot eyes oozed out, dyeing the world in front of him red.
Duan Zhengyan seemed to realize something, and he stood up crookedly, holding the "Emperor's Hate".
"Hey...my defeat was not due to you."
"What I failed was because I lived the first half of my life in peace and contentment!"
"If I weren't afraid of the old immortal, I could also carry my luck and enter the extraordinary realm!"
"But you, you warriors can practice without fear and live the life I dream of!"
he yelled hysterically.
His eyes kept oozing blood, but he still refused to stop.
Zhao Yan stood quietly, his sculpture-like steel body looking particularly dazzling and beautiful.
"It's just an excuse."
The indifferent words suddenly stopped Duan Zhengyan's trash talk.
"You...what did you say?"
"I said, you are just an excuse."
Zhao Yan repeated it again.
"What do you know! How dare you belittle me like this when you don't know anything?"
Duan Zhengyan roared, obviously very impotent and furious at Zhao Yan's understatement.
You can't beat him again and again, and you can't even talk about it?
"There are people in the same situation as you who quietly became immortals on land."
"He can hide his strength and bide his time for decades. Although he is still no match, at least he dares to fight."
"But you are nothing, you are a coward who only dares to make excuses."
"Even if I give you luck, you still don't have the mentality to achieve the extraordinary state."
"You are garbage!"
Zhao Yan said coldly with an extremely contemptuous tone.
He really looked down on Duan Zhengyan.
Although Emperor Xi is shady, there is something worthy of his respect.
But except for Duan Zhengyan's almost perverted desire to survive, there was nothing he could think highly of.
Why risk your life and survive, and gain the recognition of "Emperor's Hate"?
It's just a way of putting money on his face.
Zhao Yan has felt everything from the flame of hatred released by "Emperor's Hate".
It was a feeling of frustration and dissatisfaction.
It's like a giant who has to rely on a dwarf, which feels extremely useless.
The "Emperor's Hatred" at its peak is definitely not just this strength, it is a super magic soldier that can forcefully defend the heavenly beings on land.
However, although Duan Zhengyan's ridiculous "hatred" inspired "imperial hatred", there was simply no ability or space to display his strength.
Therefore, Zhao Yan could easily incorporate these swords and fires representing "resentment" into his body just by relying on the filter of "all things", and became his nourishment.
If it were another person with strong enough hatred, even an ordinary person with no knowledge of martial arts would be able to exert extremely terrifying power.
All in all, Zhao Yan had to thank Duan Zhengyan for inspiring the "Emperor's Hate", otherwise he would have faced an extremely terrifying opponent.
"You...you dare to underestimate me?"
Duan Zhengyan asked, the expression on his face was sticky with blood, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Why do you look down on me! Who the hell are you!!"
Even if he was so despised, he did not have enough hatred to be born, but just wanted to try to find the reason why the other party looked down on him.
It seems that as long as he has a reasonable explanation, he can accept it even if he is despised.
"who I am?"
Zhao Yan took steps forward, clenched his fists and moved forward.
"I am Zhao Yan, the fifth prince of the Song Dynasty!"
"I'll take your life today."
After saying that, Zhao Yan moved and appeared in front of Duan Zhengyan in an instant, stretched out his fist and turned it into a hand knife, and sliced off his head.
In the previous battles, he only bombarded the opponent's body to weaken the defensive ability of the "Emperor's Hate" armor.
At this moment, it is time to decide life and death.
"Zhao Yan!"
He died unjustly...
This was Duan Zhengyan's last shout and the thoughts in his head.
When he was dying, he finally found a suitable reason for his defeat.
The opponent is the Song Dynasty royal family...
The king of Dali, who lived in a corner, died in his hands. It was not an injustice!
Bah…
Duan Zhengyan's head was cut into two pieces.
One petal flew high, while the other petal was placed on the neck and fell backwards.
This time, he finally died.
Zhao Yan shook his hand twice to shake off the tiny bits of blood stained on it.
Then he bent down and tried to pick up the "Emperor's Hate" sword that fell on the ground.
However, just when he was about to touch the handle of the knife, the entire knife and Duan Zhengyan's body suddenly turned into countless hot sparks and scattered across the sky.
These sparks were extremely fast, and their targets were actually the innocent soldiers scattered in the west of the square.
And mixed in among the many sparks was a pitch-black ball half the size of an adult's fist.
It is the true form of "Emperor's Hate", the magic bead.
Obviously it was not willing to fail, so it pretended to surrender, but in fact it was already ready to escape.
"How could I let you run away?"
Zhao Yan followed the direction in which the magic bead escaped and pointed his sword towards the sky.
The many weapons that were previously knocked down by "Wanxiang" suddenly rose up from the ground and turned into a dragnet to surround the magic beads.
Without Duan Zhengyan as its carrier, the magic bead cannot display any more abilities besides running away, and can only fall into the encirclement extremely unwillingly.
"Follow me obediently, otherwise everything will absorb you, and there will be no 'Emperor's Hate' in the world."
Zhao Yan threatened.
As if he understood, the magic bead actually spun around, and then fell obediently into his palm.
Zhao Yan squeezed the magic bead. It was extremely hard and he didn't know what material it was made of.
Dark yet translucent, the black energy lingering in the beads seems to have infinite power.
He wanted to stuff it into the shorts temporarily transformed from "Wanxiang" around his waist, but he was afraid that it would be greedy and eat the magic beads, which would be more of a loss than a gain.
After thinking about it for a while, I could only curl my lips and hold it in my hand.
He had never understood what the guidance of "all things" meant before.
Seeing that it was very slow to absorb the sword fire of hatred, I thought that "everything" was not enough to deal with "Emperor's Hate".
Later, when he had the courage to let the sword and fire engulf him, he discovered that "Wanxiang" had actually entered it and turned into a vial to suck up all the negative emotions in it.
The sword fire of infinite hatred suddenly turned into pure spiritual energy that he could absorb.
At this time, Zhao Yan suddenly realized that "Wanxiang" also had this function.
And after Wanxiang absorbed those negative clarities, it was introduced into Zhao Yan's mind.
And these negative emotions, which represent extreme resentment, are like a brush, writing every move in Zhao Yan's heart.
In the end, a set of "Emperor's Hate Sword Technique" was formed, which not only brought Zhao Yan's sword skills to a higher level, but also significantly increased his internal strength.
This is the first time that Zhao Yan has gained internal strength and martial arts through methods other than listening and reading.
It can be said to be a completely different experience...
"Emperor hates..."
Zhao Yan looked at the magic bead in his hand.
A memory that did not belong to him flashed through his mind.
It was an ancient mythical era...
The monarch of a big country rebelled in anger because the human race had been enslaved by the gods for a long time, a history of blood and tears.
The body of the human race is inherently weaker than that of the gods. No matter how hard that king practices, he will ultimately be unable to defeat the strongest king of gods.
He hated that he could not protect his people, hated the gods who took pleasure in enslaving the human race, and hated this world that was unfair to the human race.
Such a strong and resentful heart attached itself to his armor and sword after his death, and finally turned into this terrible weapon.
"Emperor hates"!
This is a relatively bizarre memory.
In the memory fragments, Zhao Yan was even more impressed by those divine warriors who looked similar but different from the human race.
They are extremely powerful, and can destroy mountains and cities if they move. In Zhao Yan's understanding, even the heavenly beings on land cannot seem to be able to withstand a few of their moves.
And the human king who resisted the Gods killed countless Gods warriors with his own strength, and died in front of the strongest Gods king with the first move.
Zhao Yan was not sure whether this story was true. At least he had never heard of such a story in the historical records of Kyushu.
And if this story is true, then where did such a powerful protoss go?
Is it heaven?
Zhao Yan looked up at the sky in confusion.
The heavenly beings on land don’t seem to be that strong…
But "all things" do come from heaven.
"Emperor's Hate" seems to be...
Think of the hell-like picture I got from "Everything" before.
Zhao Yan became more and more curious about the truth of this world.
Is Emperor Zun also the one who pursues the truth?
Although he controls the Immortality Society and plays with the world.
But the more Zhao Yan knew, the more he couldn't see through Emperor Zun.
With his power, he can completely turn Kyushu into his own backyard.
But what he did was confusing, and he tried his best to kill into the sky.
Hundreds of years of hard work...
"Your Majesty."
A call from behind woke up Zhao Yan, who was deep in thought.
After coming back to his senses, he turned around and saw Zhang Danfeng and the others, and smiled.
"Duan Zhengyan...is completely dead now."
"Your Majesty's merits are immeasurable."
Li Buyi said with a complicated expression.
"Immeasurable merit?"
Zhao Yan had a playful expression.
He looked around and saw countless ordinary soldiers who had been burned to ashes by the sword fire of "Emperor's Hate".
In just that moment, thousands of people were burned to death...
In Li Buyi's view, Zhao Yan has the ability to stop all of this.
But he didn't.
"Whether my merits are immeasurable or not does not need to be judged by the gods, nor does it need to be determined by Qixia Town."
Zhao Yan glanced at Zhang Danfeng's similarly thoughtful expression and guessed what they were thinking.
Although trapped in one place, Xuanji Tower has always believed in saving people.
Obviously they were a little disappointed with Zhao Yan's indifference despite his ability to save people.
After seeing this clearly, Zhao Yan understood something in his heart.
After all, he and the people in Xuanjilou are not the same people.
They are the right way...
But he doesn't care whether he is good or evil.
"let's go."
Zhao Yan looked at Yang Hongchun.
Among the three, he was the only one who always looked calm and composed.
And after seeing Zhao Yan's terrifying strength, he showed even more respect.
"yes."
Zhao Yan walked between Zhang Danfeng and left a few words.
"You two can do it yourself."
This sentence represents his position.
The two of them looked solemnly at Zhao Yan's retreating figure, hesitating to speak.
When he couldn't see him anymore, Li Buyi said worriedly.
"Why didn't Mr. Zhang stop him?"
"So what if I'm blocked? The path your prince wants to take is different from ours after all."
"Hey, I seem to understand why Old Man Tianji tried to cover up King Qi in every possible way."
"The old man understood from the beginning that King Qi is not someone we can tame."
"Not just me, I am afraid that only the women in that courtyard in the world can soften King Qi's attitude."
"Um……"
Zhang Danfeng responded lightly, not in the mood to continue chatting.
But Li Buyi didn't give up and continued to ask.
"In this case, if the prince wants to leave Qixia Town, what will you do?"
"what to do……"
Zhang Danfeng murmured.
His eyes flickered and his face was solemn.
"Those who want to leave Qixia Town have always had to go through the Three Passes and Difficulties in the West..."
With that said, he raised his head again and looked in the direction Zhao Yan left.
"If the prince wants to leave, it's natural for him to do the same."
……
……
……
Zhao Yan, who left the square, did not take him back to the dyeing workshop.
After all, things in the palace are still not over yet.
"Where is Duan Fei? Take me to see him."
"Your Majesty is coming with me."
Yang Hongchun jogged two steps to the front to lead the way.
The two of them walked back and forth through the palace.
"Many people died in the imperial court. You can take two of the vacant seats, one each from the Yan family and the Cun family. Ask Shuangjiang for the rest."
"Frostfall? Your Majesty means...??"
Yang Hongchun asked from the front in confusion.
"Um...that's the Mr. Wang you're talking about."
"I see...Old Minister, I understand."
Zhao Yan explained speechlessly.
I just let it slip out of habit.
Judging from Yang Hongchun's reaction, the other party must have guessed something.
But judging from the current situation in Dali, it doesn't matter whether Shuang Jiang's identity has been exposed or not.
Even if the woman's identity is discovered, who would dare to touch her?
"Do you think the king should have saved those soldiers just now?"
"Why should the prince care about those meaningless opinions?"
Yang Hongchun laughed softly.
"Why does the prince have to carry those people's burden?"
